I am full of noises

Well, that was certainly an interesting Thursday. I mean, how am I supposed to follow that up? I spent all stupid Wednesday drinking coffee in a coffee shop and writing down things on coffee stained paper. You know, like a respectable writer ought to be doing on a Wednesday.

Then Thursday happened, and things went Bananas. At LEAST one of us offended at LEAST one other of us, maybe like a million. I don't remember how many of you there are. Anyway, the whole thing was strange and drama filled and WAY faster than it should have. I, for one, blame the broadband internets . Anyway, this meant I spent all day Thursday coming up with something else. Surely we had left the land of intellectual pleasant introductions, and entered the sphere of calling each other “worse than Hitler”. Now that's blogging!

But then it turns out that wasn't even the case, and everyone was actually a decent human being with just slightly different viewpoints on what was funny. Crap, that's very nearly a life lesson. You jerks trying to teach me something? I do not appreciate your efforts. I spend all freaking day at school learning stuff, I don't need no website full of “unique individuals” with “varying viewpoints and life experiences” trying to give me new perspective in life. If I wanted new perspective in life, I'd stop slouching.

Seriously though, I have no freaking idea what to write about now. None. You know what that means? That means the post goes up late.

---- 16 hours pass, bunny d feels well rested ----

So, where are we now? Well, one week down and we've already scared someone off. Maybe this IS a reality TeeVee show. Ugh, I feel dirty.

---- a shower later ----

Alright, so Poser is gone. We shall not speak ill of the dead. Seriously, nobody feel bad about what happened. It's the internet, if you're not offending anybody, your computer might have just crashed. What we shall do instead is celebrate the arrival of a new voice on the blog. I shall tell you nothing of this person, except that I've always wanted there to be an 8th day of the week so that he could be part of our horrible machine. Like Snapple, he is made of the best stuff on earth. He is the new patron saint of Saturdays.

Ok, so I really did want to write about writing. It's sort of a fascination of mine. After all, we appear to be the only species that does it. But I mean, what is it to be a writer?

A hero of mine was once asked, “What does it take to be a writer in America?”. Without a moments hesitation, he replied “An audience”. I love that statement, because I think it's true.

All forms of writing are just storytelling. Journalism, novels, sci-fi, romance, bromance, biographies, scientific papers, poems, mathematical proofs, nothing but stories. The only difference between the kinds of writing has to do with the amount of and kind of words you use. But, without an audience, what are you doing? Just practicing, I say.

Big words don't make a writer. Sure, variety of language can spice up a piece, make it more colorful. But I think far too many writers try and justify their job-title by using a certain kind of language. I know for certain scientists and doctors do this. I can't tell you the number of times I've read a paragraph 3 or 4 times trying to get what the author was really saying. “OH!” I say to myself, “well why didn't he say so!”. Obfuscate. It's the same reason doctors still describe things in latin. They don't want to lose the mystique.

I want to say more about this topic, but it's getting kind of late. I honestly spent all week looking forward to writing some grand piece, and then just didn't have time. *waves paper in the air* These were the notes. I made notes. Maybe next week you'll get your chance, notes. It's finals week for some people, and if you are one of those people, good luck. And remember what the master said, “If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.”

~bd